Drop it.
Classes, that is. Fuck that shit, for now at least. I have this whole thing that I'm planning to do called financial stability. The art of saving funds for living. I want a shitty apartment with all my posters. I don't want any animals to have to worry about. I want to have planned visits with my family, because I know that I'd appreciate them more that way. I don't want to be bothered because I have clothes on my floor. I'm a compulsive changer, I change clothes every few hours or so, it gets tiring hanging them up. Therefore, I throw them on the ground. I am still taking my math class, which I have tonight at 6:30. My aunt Kathy took her lap top with her so I can't start that class. I need a PC to do it. That's fucken retarded. At least I don't have to worry about that much homework, or going to school, or waking up early. I don't want to worry about that right now. I want a job. I want to check in bleeding people to the ER when I'm not playing ♥ texas hold 'em ♥ on the hospital computer.
I'm so fucken annoyed with those god damn counselors asking me what I want to major in, asking me where I want to go with my life. I DON'T FUCKEN KNOW
. For a few minutes I was sure I wanted to be a journalist, but then within that same hour I realized that my life calling was with criminal psychology and dealing with psychopaths...and that same night I just wanted to find some rich guy to marry, get in the will, murder him, and make off with the loot. I don't know what I fucken want to do, I don't know what I want to major in, but what I do know is that I'm really pissed off with everyone and everything. You could sit there and say how good I have it, you could sit there and tell me how much worse it could be...but you have no room to fucken talk. This is the life that I know of and I'm sorry that I've never been starving and on the streets. I don't come from a rich family, when I think about it, I don't come from much of a family. I could sit there and blame my fucked morals and my fucked judgement on my wonderful, just as confused as I am parents, but in the end it all comes back to me. There it is, are you happy? I'm completely aware that my view of reality is a bit warped. I'm fucken sorry. Actually, fuck you, I'm not sorry. Jefferey Dahmer wasn't sorry, that shit was normal to him. Who the fuck are you to tell me what is right and what is wrong? You are nothing, you are shit, and one day you will turn back to dust. That's only if your cremated, if you decided to get burried in a non-biodegradible coffin that will hold your rotting remains for the rest of "forever" you will only be taking up just as much space as you did when you were wasting oxygen, you fucking piece of shit.
I'm so fucken annoyed with those god damn counselors asking me what I want to major in, asking me where I want to go with my life. I DON'T FUCKEN KNOW
. For a few minutes I was sure I wanted to be a journalist, but then within that same hour I realized that my life calling was with criminal psychology and dealing with psychopaths...and that same night I just wanted to find some rich guy to marry, get in the will, murder him, and make off with the loot. I don't know what I fucken want to do, I don't know what I want to major in, but what I do know is that I'm really pissed off with everyone and everything. You could sit there and say how good I have it, you could sit there and tell me how much worse it could be...but you have no room to fucken talk. This is the life that I know of and I'm sorry that I've never been starving and on the streets. I don't come from a rich family, when I think about it, I don't come from much of a family. I could sit there and blame my fucked morals and my fucked judgement on my wonderful, just as confused as I am parents, but in the end it all comes back to me. There it is, are you happy? I'm completely aware that my view of reality is a bit warped. I'm fucken sorry. Actually, fuck you, I'm not sorry. Jefferey Dahmer wasn't sorry, that shit was normal to him. Who the fuck are you to tell me what is right and what is wrong? You are nothing, you are shit, and one day you will turn back to dust. That's only if your cremated, if you decided to get burried in a non-biodegradible coffin that will hold your rotting remains for the rest of "forever" you will only be taking up just as much space as you did when you were wasting oxygen, you fucking piece of shit.